As snow creeps down the mountain
I thread through the maze and take to the skies.
I’m only leaving you for a few days,
but my sighs reflect how bereft it is
to be on my own, far from the one who
makes my heart beat.
Far from you.
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Shawn L. Bird 
Really sweet ☆ 🙂
I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Beautiful, as always.
Thank you.
Whom are talking about Mrs. Bird?
Could that be the other half?
Just my childlike wonder!
Of course.
Aren’t you a sweet heart..
Why yes, I am!
😉
It always is the pits, but the return makes the departure worthwhile.
One hopes!